It’s not like you to go roaming,
I buried you so far down
I didn’t think you’d ever rise,
Interred long ago in cold, barren ground
Without sentiment or ceremony,
The easiest of all my goodbyes,
I did not bring you flowers or lament your loss,
For you weren’t like the others,
I left you there,
Trusting that you would stay buried,
But here you are after all these years,
A pale ghost roaming the graveyard of my memory,
Dredged up by a discovery I wish I’d…
